@staff what are you going to do about these spam porn blogs. I really am tired of seeing them reblog my work with links to nasty shit. I know I’m not the only one experiencing this. Pull your shit together
@sarnaitairakh @fair-fae I’m seeing the both of you going at the other’s throats all across my dashboard and I’ve fucking had it at this point
Between the brief and fleeting pauses of your argument, I’m catching your followers going on Anon and sending asks, reblogging your responses on their main blog or not-so-vague-blogging at the other party just to talk shit in some fucking disgraceful and opportunistic fashion
I’m seeing completely unrelated and unproven slander-claims directed at the both of you—having absolutely fucking nothing to do with your argument—I know both your asses and this shit I’m seeing is 63/10 pretty fucking blatant slut-shaming which I can’t fucking tolerate. And you’re both enabling them by agreeing with it in your replies to them, in continuing to vague-blog at each other in agreement with that shit or reblogging your friends vague-blogging at the other party
I got enough shit to deal with, I’m in no mood for this shit after having to contend with and toss the scum of the Earth out onto the curb every day on this website and I sure don’t fucking need to see this petty fandom war between you and your respective friends as it becomes a series of public whore-stoning mobs as if we were back to living in the fucking Dark Ages
Neither of you need apologize and you’re welcome to block and ignore each other forever, but you best be sitting your volunteer hit-squads down and fucking set them straight with all prejudice you can physically dish-out
This shit I’m seeing doesn’t have jack fucking shit to do with your dispute and you need to fucking yank the reigns on your people to shut up stay the fuck away from each other until the two of you suddenly decide to make-up—which is neither required nor likely to happen, considering what I’ve seen
You post random shit now. What happened to making mood boards more often.
I still make boards as often as I used to, at least once or twice a day. Like I said two asks ago, I’m enjoying tumblr a lot more now I reblog whatever I want, it’s a lot more fun.
Aesthetics will probably slow down sometime soon and stay that way for a couple of weeks. I made a post a couple of days ago about it. My internet provider is uprouting all the cables for our street, so my internet is going to be crap while they’re doing that.
Other than that though, aesthetics are still as regular as they ever were.
Nothing more depressing on here than reblogging shit only to go to ya blog and find out that none of the shit there. CAUSE YOU HIT THE FUCKING POST LIMIT HOURS AGO🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃
It sucks you're starting to not enjoy the Jojo fandom anymore, take a break if you need to your blog is still pretty awesome.
I think I have to stay off the JoJo tag for a while; it just means there will be more original content from me, and less reblogs. But I’m pretty busy with my life right now, so I also haven’t had enough time to spend on drawing or anything really that great, so it’s probably going to be manga caps for a while.
It sucks, because I really enjoy fan-created content, but the amount of shit in the tags is driving me a bit mental.
Sometimes it really hits me that you're following me/that we're mutuals and just have to go "Shit, how in the world did that happen?" in the best ways possible. Thanks, Nikki, for all the quality posts, shitposts and our indirect interactions through liking and reblogging posts, lmao <3 //the ghostly anon
THIS IS SO CUTE WHAT THE HELL ILYSM💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
Shit like this worries me. Do so many people do this that there needs to be a
PSA for it? As a questioning ace with poor socialization, I genuinely don’t
know. it only makes me more afraid and more compelled to not even bother
trying to find a partner if chances are I’m just going to be guilted…
didn’t wanna reblog the post cause I didn’t feel comfortable adding myself to the convo.
idk why but it seems all the opposition to nazis from white goyim seems so…….performative.
like y’all will go on and on about punching nazis, but you won’t even mention how jcc’s are getting bomb threats, or critically examine the rise of antisemitism on the left. hell, most of the gentile blogs that i follow that talk about “i hate nazis i wanna punch them” say almost jack shit about actual antisemitism…..
it just gives me a really bad feeling overall. kinda seems like you care about seeming progressive, but don’t actually care about our lives.
The Hanzo™ main:
Really wanted to be a defense character but the team needed a healer. Picked Mercy because they thought it was easy. Dies a lot and blames the team for it.
Well-intentioned but not too skilled, picked Mercy very fast, jumps into danger way too much, dies a lot but never complains. A cinnamon roll. Goes alone to the enemy spawn room just to heal a lone Genji.
Plays it safe and stays behind the tanks at all times, has never had a blaster kill, ultimate always ready, patient and silent. Your personal healthcare companion.
The wife supporter:
Always pockets a Pharah or Zarya, probably reblogs tons of pharmercy on their tumblr. Knows how to use the blaster but prefers to boost their friends. Has an odd thirst for blood. Has yelled "GO GET EM BABY" during a match at least once.
+200 hours of Mercy. Has seen some shit. Uses their rez from inside buildings. Doesn't call for help when someone's attacking them, kills the enemy with the blaster instead. Everyone's at least a bit afraid of them.
So much awful shit has happened this year, whether personally or globally, and after a while it starts to seem like it cancels out the good stuff. Everyone should reblog this with at least two good things that happened to them.
Aries: because you feel superior, and that won’t fly.
Taurus: because you take life to serious
Gemini: because you start too much drama that isn’t about them
Cancer: because you aren’t charmed by them
Leo: because you don’t let them lead
Virgo: because you are a mess
Libra: because you don’t want to go on adventures
Scorpio: because you aren’t smart
Sagittarius: because you don’t do shit they say
Capricorn: because you don’t have goals
Aquarius: because you aren’t obsessed with them
Pisces: because you are selfish
community-created online masterlists for what to do before January
I’ve see a couple of living document masterlists created by folks for what to do in preparation for Trump’s presidency. I have linked them below.
These are community created and have a lot of great information, but are not comprehensive, all-knowing guides. I know there’s many going around, so please reblog and link the ones that you know of as well. We will try to reblog your resources to keep this updated. The more information, the more options, the better it can be for all of us.
Sending y’all love, fight, healing, and resistance.
Been wanting to say this for a long time so here we go:
Can we please collectively stop making fun of the “meth fandom” or w/e the fuck nomenclature we’re using to describe real people who finally have a space and community to talk about their substance use? Like I’ve seen posts lump this part of tumblr in with literal fucking neo-nazis and if that doesn’t strike you as fucked up i don’t know what else i can fucking say to you.
I’ve even seen this shit from leftists. Like how can we recognize that capitalism is built on the exploitation of labor and mass disenfranchisement of working class people - and then turn around and mock people who use stimulants to cope with the godawful hardships of that life? If you can’t recognize meth users humanity, then what the fuck are you even fighting for?
I have adhd, but I still abuse my stimulants because my body literally cannot produce the amount of labor necessary for my survival. Thousands of others do the same. We’re not that different from the people on here using meth. Everywhere ~drug users~ turn, we’re denied the chance to talk about our own experiences in our own fucking language. We’re denied the chance to find our own community and engage with it on our own terms. Especially us women who use. Why propagate that shit here? What do you gain by mocking us and people like those in the ~meth fandom~? Who are you helping?
And i know this probably describes only a sliver of my followers, but I hope it’ll reach further. Because honestly? Some people on here need to step the fuck off.
I’ve never seen a post on my dash condemning this phenomenon (which is often treated like a joke, like it’s not about you know, real fucking people), and that’s fucking bullshit. I’m not saying no one’s said this before, but I sure as fuck haven’t seen it. We can do better. We must do better.
summary: lots of dialogue between the reader and negan, takes place immediately after part 1, abe was the reader’s brother
a/n: holy shit dudes !! part 1 got over 300 notes in under 24 hours and a few requests for a part 2 sooo here ya go :-) like /reblog /reply /ask /message for part 3
“Jesus,” Negan chuckled, “People here really have no sense of humor.” He stood up, handing Judith to Carl and following you inside the house. Carl waited a moment before getting up and following behind him.
“I was just joking, hun. Don’t get your pretty little panties in a twist,” he shouted, his loud voice echoing around the house. You were already upstairs, in Carl’s room. You heard a knock on the door, but Negan didn’t wait for your response before walking in.
“Don’t call me that.”
Negan’s eyes widened for a moment, but they settled a moment later as he smirked. He turned to Carl and nodded, signaling his approval of you. “I like her,” he said quietly, but loud enough for me to hear. Carl’s face hardened. The last thing he wanted was for Negan to take you away from him, and he knew that was more than likely. When Negan sees something he likes, he takes it.
“The women in this town…Damn, they drive me nuts,” Negan remarked, shaking his head. He stopped abruptly, and his expression changed from cocky to cockier as he feigned shock. “I am so very sorry,” he interrupted, “I forgot to ask for your name.”
You remained silent, not giving in to his taunting demeanor.
He clicked his tongue and knocked his head to the side, just like Carl and Rick did. “Alright, I guess Baby will have to do,” he laughed, rolling his eyes.
“It’s (Y/N),” you demanded, glaring at him. Your mouth remained in a straight line, displaying no emotion, but somehow intimidating Negan a bit. Your chest rose and fell quickly with your even breathing, displaying confidence.
“Sweet little (Y/N). I like the sound of that,” he grumbled, putting his curled pointer finger your chin, lifting your face towards his. You turned your eyes to the side to avoid making eye contact with him. You hadn’t even noticed Carl’s eye. His bandage was off, which was a rare sight. Even though the two of you were practically attached at the hip, he never let you look at his scar unless you were helping him with the bandage.
“Eyes on me, darling,” Negan whispered, snapping you back into reality.
“My name is (Y/N),” you stated, your eyes boring into his in the meanest way you could muster.
Negan chuckled before pinching your chin with his thumb and pointer finger. He tilted your head up to his and got much closer. “If I want to call you darling, I’m gonna call you darling.” His voice carried the most serious demeanor.
“Get your hands off of me, you pig,” you growled, whipping your face away from him and pushing his arms down. “If you came to see Rick, that’s all you need to do. Don’t waste your time trying screw with me. It won’t work.” Your own words took you by surprise. You didn’t know you had that kind of confidence in you.
“Baby, (Y/N), Darling,” Negan chuckled, slowly walking around you, “I’m not trying to screw with you.” He leaned in to your ear and whispered in his raspy voice, “I’m trying to screw you.”
You rolled your eyes and scoffed, jerking away from him.
“She’s just a kid,” Carl spoke up. He’d been silently holding Judith, who, to your surprise, had been keeping quiet.
“Did I ask for your input on the situation?” Negan yelled. Carl flinched, startling Judith and making her bottom lip quiver. She began to cry hysterically; squirming in Carl’s arms and screaming at the top of her lungs. You pushed past Negan and took Judith out of Carl’s arms.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Negan asked. It didn’t seem like a question, though. It was demanding and harsh.
You could feel the anger bubbling inside of you. You slowly turned around, rubbing Judith’s back until she stopped crying before beginning, “I was going to go lay down, but I forgot…Some asshole stole all of our mattresses. Maybe I’ll take Judith to play with Daryl. Oh, wait, you stole him too! But, you know, it’s fine. I’ll visit my brother while Glenn and Maggie watch Judith. God damn it, you killed my brother—and Glenn! Now Maggie’s gone because of you! What the hell do you want from us that you haven’t already taken?”
You didn’t even realize you were crying until you had finished. You were panting due to forgetting to breathe as you ranted.
“Leave us alone,” you said after regaining your composure. “You’ve done enough.”